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Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great
Care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her
Husband's death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken
Sentences, veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her
Husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had
Been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad
Disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list
Of killed. He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth
By a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful
Less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the
Story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability
To accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild
Abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent
Itself, she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow
Her. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy
Armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion
That haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. She could
See, in the open square before her house, the tops of trees that were
All aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain
Was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares
The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her
Faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There
Were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds
That had met and piled one above the other in the west, facing her
Window. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the
Chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat
And shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to
Sob in its dreams. She was young, with a fair, calm face whose lines
Bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a
Dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one
Of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection
But rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. There was